The Man Who Wouldn't Die

Anna Wolff:
[offering a drink] Would you care for something to warm you up?

Catherine Wolff:
I was on the wagon, but I'll think I'll step off and give my seat to a gentleman.

Catherine Wolff:
I'm engaged!

Dudley Wolff:
Engaged? What, again!

Catherine Wolff:
Well, I'm not engaged exactly. You see, I'm more than engaged really.

Dudley Wolff:
How can you be more than engaged?

Catherine Wolff:
I'm married!

Dudley Wolff:
Oh, well... Make up your mind!

Catherine Wolff:
Now, you'll have to get some clothes and a toothbrush.

Michael Shayne:
Ah, no, no! Not Michael Shayne and Company! His office is in his hat, and [motioning to a suitcase in the back seat] his home is in his car.

Michael Shayne:
[Referring to Wolff and his money] Beneath all those millions beats a heart of ice... dry ice!

Michael Shayne:
[referring to Wolff] He's a pretty tough old cookie!

Catherine Wolff:
Oh, don't be so hard on him. He's really very sweet.

Michael Shayne:
Oh, yeah? Well, so's arsenic! I understand it tastes just like sugar!

Michael Shayne:
[amazed at the size of the bathroom] DeMille have something to do with this?

Michael Shayne:
Say, what do you use for brains - feathers?

Alfred Dunning:
[after being caught eavesdropping at the door] I'm Dunning, Mr. Wolff's secretary. If I can be of any service, please let me know.

Michael Shayne:
I'll send up a flare.

Michael Shayne:
[after Dunning leaves] Who's that - Dumbo?

Catherine Wolff:
Oh, no, Dunning. Well, he's been with Dad 25 years. I wouldn't worry about him.

Michael Shayne:
[dryly] Oh, I'm not worried. He was just wandering by and got his ear caught in the door.

Catherine Wolff:
Well, Dad hates the idea that some day he's going to die - simply can't stand it!

Michael Shayne:
[laconically] Somebody must have told him the good die young.

Michael Shayne:
[talking to a lab skeleton] Have a cigarette, Mr. Bones?

Michael Shayne:
[speaking in the skeleton's voice while moving the jaw] Don't care if I do.

Michael Shayne:
I saw your lips move.

Michael Shayne:
[Recovering from a jolt of electricity] Is my face changed?

Catherine Wolff:
You do look sort of funny.

Michael Shayne:
Well, there's no change then.

Chief Jonathan Meek:
First case I ever covered where they had the butler show you the body.

Phillips, the Butler:
Follow me.

Chief Jonathan Meek:
[awed by the size of the house] If I owned this, I'd subdivide it.

Coroner Tim Larson:
What a beautiful funeral parlor this would make!

Chief Jonathan Meek:
Make a better courthouse.

Chief Jonathan Meek:
[referring to Peggy, the cook, a former girlfriend] She's been sore at me ever since I took her to that Halloween dances last year.

Michael Shayne:
Yeah?

Chief Jonathan Meek:
Yeah, she forgot her mask. All I said was "You don't need one." Women's funny ctitters!

Michael Shayne:
[laconically] You know I can't understand why she should be sore.